Sunday, January 31, 2021

sunday morning poem

 
 a january dandelion

all nashville is a-chill! and everywhere,
as wind-swept sands upon the deserts blow,
there is, each moment, sifted through the air,
a powered blast of january snow.
o thoughtless dandelion! to be misled
by a few warm days to leave thy natural bed,
was folly growth and blooming over soon.
and yet, thou blasted, yellow-coated gem!
full many hearts have but a common boon
with thee, now freezing on thy slender stem.
when once the heart-blooms by love's fervid breath
is left, and chilling snow is sifted in,
it still may beat, but there is blast and death
to all that blooming life that might have been.

by george marion mcclellan (1860 - 1934)

Saturday, January 30, 2021

saturday get together

 
we actually had leftover chicken soup for dinner this evening . . this is last nights taco dinner. i ran a lot of errands today as greg and i will visit montauk for a few days. i took the compost to the green market, picked up groceries for the trip, and washed my warm down coat from lands end. it's finally very cold here and it'll be warmer than the short down jacket i've been wearing.

 
this evening was special as we had a get together of old nyc homeschooling friends. i was so happy to see all of us together on the screen . . everyone was in and out over three hours - one friend leaving and another just coming on . . it was fun and we got to wish two of our group happy birthday. four of us are turning 60 this year . . actually, it might be five of us . . we were all born in 1961.

it's supposed to snow tomorrow night, and all day monday . . !

Friday, January 29, 2021

apfelkuchen

i finally made an apple cake with the recipe eva sent me. half of it is made up of almond flour, which i love.

i can add even more apples next time . . and i think bake it for five minutes less (it went fifty one, but in my oven it could go just forty six). thanks, eva!

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this evening i had a zoom call for the last meet up of the wave of change pullover knit-a-long with denise bayron. there has been a consistent twenty to thirty of us meeting for the past four weeks (several of us joining again from the prior knit-a-long for the moving forward wrap). it was a festive ending and i even won a prize . . i don't know what it is, so i'll have to share when it arrives.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

thursday morning

 
just some pics from the morning with aurélien . . 
 
 
he's now bouncing himself in the bouncy seat, and he tries to grab the phone as he knows it holds a lot of our attention!

minerva just wanted to sleep . . 

it was another fun morning with the little one . .

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

dining out

janet and i celebrated her birthday at a restaurant on west fourth street called fairfax. the food was delicious and even though it was a little chilly by our feet, the setting was cozy as we were off to the side and not near any other customers. 

we had mussels with butter, olive oil and tarragon (so good!) and fried artichoke hearts, with a glass of red wine. and then at the end the waiter brought over a complimentary digestive (i think it was a grappa) for us both. being on a side street, it was quiet and pretty, overlooking the townhouses across the way.

Sunday, January 24, 2021

sunday poem

 
 
 to rebuild

the house was built,
brick by brick, pane by pane,
initially withstanding winds,
the force of a hurricane.

but over time, the faults are found
as storm after storm
assails, the craftsmanship outdated,
in need of reform.

the windows break, one by one,
under the weight of wrongs, the structure strains,
until one day fire catches,
and only the foundation of good intentions remains.

while easiest would be to walk,
to abandon, moving on to rebuild,
the value is seen by those who have called it
home, desires to be fulfilled.

remembering the mistakes,
maintaining the hope of freedom,
hand in hand, we work,
entering a new season.

the work is not complete until
the walls protect all who live there,
no exceptions. abandonment of all
unnecessary despair.

a job led by all, not by one,
we work long days turn long nights.
the creation of our hands
proving more than surface level acknowledgement of rights.

the past is not buried
but underlies
what we have transformed
before our eyes.

by hallie knight
(first place winner of the inaugural poem contest for students, sponsored by the academy of american poets and chosen by academy education ambassador and 2013 presidential inaugural poet richard blanco).

Thursday, January 21, 2021

thursday morning

thursday mornings are spent with this little fellow, while his mama takes care of the car for when the street cleaner comes around.

he's such a happy little one. we read his board books and sing songs and talk to minerva the cat. he likes to watch me put the water on to boil for my tea, and his contented smiles are quite contagious.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

inauguration day

i went out this morning to get a pastry and coffee . . 

and chose a new cafe that the restaurant wallsé recently opened, that they're calling "next door." a friend of korrina's is managing it, and he has set it up very nicely. they have apple strudel, linzer torte, and a marbled gugelhupf.
 
the cappuccino matthew made was delicious. the cafe uses a nespresso machine, and i thought the coffee was particularly smooth and flavorful. chanda disagrees. she's such an opinionated barista now.



i'd love to pick up pastry and coffee before watching aurélien tomorrow morning, but i don't think it opens until 9 am, and i'm at kendall's by 8:45. i'll just have to stop on the way home instead.

i've been so restless this past week . . and this morning wasn't any different . . fortunately, the inauguration event began by 10:30, so i could watch everyone arriving at the capitol, and could text links to korrina (who was on her way to work), morgan and chanda (who both watched it). korrina was going to watch when she got home, but she has an early day tomorrow, so may have just fallen asleep. above is lady gaga singing the star spangled banner, which has never been a favorite song of mine, but she sang so joyfully and beautifully that her energy was contagious and i loved it.

fire captain andrea hall said, and signed, the pledge of allegiance.

ladies and gentlemen . . the first woman vice president of the united states.

and the 46th president of the united states . . i thought he gave an honest and heartfelt speech afterwards, certainly compared to the last person who held this office. (i didn't video it, but i'm sure it's on the inauguration facebook page (link at the bottom of this post).
 
our first ever national youth poet laureate, amanda gorman, recited her poem the hill we climb. (the background noise is greg getting his lunch.)
 
supposedly, the "big" celebration didn't begin until 8:30 this evening, but i caught a happy songfest around 3 pm. 

chanda didn't watch the entire celebratory event with me, but she did come out for parts of it. here we're listening to rent's seasons of love, which has particular meaning for us as the girls performed it during one of our church's youth services years ago. (i thought i was recording this, but actually wasn't.) (rent is a play i've never seen, but think i would enjoy - it opened around the time the girls were small, so i was too busy to even think about going, but the songs hover in the background of my memory because the show was so popular, and because seasons of love was chosen for a youth service. actually, i feel like everyone was singing it all the time at church when they were young.)

tom hanks was the host for the program . .  chanda found that amusing as he was one of the first americans to get covid when he was in australia . . and now he's kind of a footnote for the end of one administration, and the beginning of another.
 
the celebration was titled parade across america and i really enjoyed it . . i thought the inaugural committee did a good job coordinating citizens from across the states with musicians and songs and dancing. it was very uplifting and inspiring, and ended with presidents clinton, bush and obama discussing the importance of putting ourselves in others' shoes and working together to really make a positive difference in all our lives.

and ended with a spectacular fireworks display . . i've never seen one quite like it (pets usually find them very distressing). you can find the full event here on the inaugural committee's facebook page (along with specific two to three minute highlights).

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

a prayer

 a prayer, a night vigil, for our country and the world

Sunday, January 10, 2021

a visit to queens

greg and i drove out to queens this afternoon after first unitarian's zoom service . . 

to see korrina and take a three king's gift to her . .

a small knitting accessory case and two stitch holders, along with gingerbread and biscotti cookies.

we ate at her latest favorite neighborhood restaurant, dawa, serving himalayan/new american fare. greg had an onion focaccia, i had chicken momos and korrina had chickpeas with a sunnyside up egg, fried dough and a tomato/onion achaar (a spicy pickle dish).


it was all very delicious . . i also had jasmine pearl green tea, while the two above had coffee (which was so good that greg commented on it).

it's so funny to sit out in the cold, when i long for a cozy and warm interior . .

it's nice to still have christmas decorations up. i thought i remembered that there was still a country that celebrates christmas in another week or so, but i must be wrong as january 6th and 7th seems to be the last dates for orthodox and coptic traditions.

aubergine's cafe, where we've eaten in the past. they are mainly doing take out these days.

more queens-style christmas decorations . .

and the view of manhattan from the brooklyn queens expressway . . heading home.

Saturday, January 9, 2021

taking down the tree

greg and i wrapped up the tree ornaments today . . 





 and took the tree to the park for mulching. 

afterwards, we drove janet to harlem to pick up several boxes of costumes for the children's theatre of inwood, whose productions she designs costumes for. it was an incredibly beautiful and clear day for a drive uptown along the river.

 words from john paul lederach, senior fellow at humanity united and professor emeritus at the university of notre dame (eva's alma mater), from the email newsletter of krista tippetts's on being project:


From John Paul:

The images of this week remain seared in our minds. While painful, they will not and should not be unseen, precisely because they help us look more carefully at what peers back at us from our national mirror.

We are not looking at a fringe few. We are gazing upon ourselves. 

The images reminded me of the action and the words of Zechariah when pondering the question, “What are these wounds between your arms?” With hands moving toward heart the response emerged, “the wounds I received in the house of a friend.”

We are a deeply wounded nation. We know from trauma studies that our bodies carry the harm, and that the deepest pain is always the one experienced closest to home. Our wider body politic carries, not just the pain of what we witnessed this week, we carry centuries of harm — incited, delivered, and received from within our house.

I have noticed that across a wide and deeply divided political spectrum, most everyone seeks to speak for and protect the Constitution, almost as if our shared document is a victim. I would offer that the deeper casualty lies with the loss of our basic social contract. We note its disappearance when toxic social dynamics spill into the mainstream of our collective life: dehumanization replaces basic respect; blame supplants responsibility; and violence is justified over dialogue.

We also know from settings of armed conflict and from our own exemplars in this country who never stopped building the more perfect union, that it is possible to reverse these dynamics. 

Perhaps Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. captured this better than anyone. He consistently appealed to guiding pillars that sustained the commitment to the social contract while pursuing long sought change for equity and equality in the midst of deep division.

His first pillar referenced the deep soul’s despair that waiting for change was no longer an option. The ploys and pragmatism of politics kept placing true equality just out of reach, deferred to the next election or into potential new legislative goals. Promises no longer sufficed. “The sweltering summer,” as he called it, could no longer accept the “tranquilizing drug of gradualism.” This temporal pillar required such immediate action — and act they did and so must we — that he referred to it as the "fierce urgency of now."

His second pillar constantly reminded people that the struggle for equality and dignity unfolds by way of a long and difficult pathway. So significant was this temporal challenge that in his words, now etched on a national monument, the movement must “hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.” Hope requires patience and persistence precisely because “the arc of the moral universe is long,” even as “it bends toward justice.”

In the midst of the temporal tension playing out between the fierce now and the long arc, Dr. King’s vision never wavered in the third pillar: the commitment to nonviolence and appreciation for our ultimate interdependence. Over and again, his imagination captured the understanding that while the past carries forward profound violation of dignity and the present continues to humiliate and divide, our future is shared. Calling this out in his “I Have a Dream” speech, he noted that across racial divides “their freedom is inextricably bound with our freedom” followed by the shortest single sentence in the speech: We cannot walk alone.

These pillars offer the way forward into renewing our social contract and reversing toxic dynamics.

Act on and walk into what you know to be true. Start local. Reach out beyond your comfort zone. 

Commit to nonviolence. Always protect the dignity of others.

Walk together. In this the stone of hope is hewn.

Friday, January 8, 2021

o tannenbaum


o tannenbaum, o tannenbaum,
wie treu sind deine blätter

o tannenbaum, o tannenbaum,
wie treu sind deine blätter

du grünst nicht nur zur sommerzeit,
nein, auch im winter wenn er schneit

o tannenbaum, o tannenbaum,
wie treu sind deine blätter.








greg and i had a hot chocolate with marshmallows (from mah ze dahr bakery) after singing with the girls on a zoom call (we three kings and o tannenbaum). i was happy to have a little time all together, as i've missed the holiday evening quiet times with them; just being able to sit back and listen to them sharing what they're currently doing amongst each other. tomorrow is the last day for the tree to be mulched with the parks department, so we'll take down the ornaments and take it to washington square, where they have the mulching truck. i wish we had longer with it . . i feel reluctant to let go of christmastime, and am enjoying listening to my christmas in italy cd, and christmas in germany . . and missing my parents so much this evening. the tree lights are shining, along with the manger lights and window candle lights . . and pluto is knocking down the books and empty gift boxes on the window seat. i have him on my lap now, and he keeps putting his paw out to tap the keyboard. he's already had two treats, but is very restless for some reason. greg is asleep and chanda is supposedly going to sleep, but her light is still on. it's been such a crazy week with the unrest in the country, and it feels strange to live in such an unstable place (not that i'm surprised, it's been a tense and stressful four years - and then covid came!). it's cozy right now, but it hasn't always felt that way this year. there have been many very frightening moments. in the knit-a-long zoom call this evening (the wave of change pullover knit-a-long, with denise bayron), we shared how one good thing that came out of covid, has been all the zooming we've done together in the knitting community (in all communities). it has been a strength meeting people from all over, sharing stories and commiserating about events. the next meeting is sunday, the 17th. the time will be 11 am california time, 1 pm central time, 2 pm eastern time, and 7 pm greenwich mean time. she mixes up the times so others can join in from other countries. last week we had knitters from canada, finland, argentina and australia. this is a link to the ravelry group.

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

three kings day

 
who is the saviour of the star of gold,
like to that new-born babe in times of old,
to whom they carried what they had to give
the hidden temple mysteries to retrieve? 
they recognized him in his earthlysheath,
the God who came to know and suffer death.

you bring Christ gold and frankincense and myrrh
that they as spirit gifts may know increase.
you bow your heads and will no longer err
and fall before him gently on your knees.
you fold your hands, with hearts devout and humble,
and those who follow you will never stumble.

and though in hell the demons did surround him,
he finds the way to angel spheres above,
and even though all chaos were around him,
from him would flow a world of heavenly love.
for all the kings, all three, are there in you;
three kings: the good, the beautiful, and true.

from three kings by albert steffen (1884 - 1963)

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

twelfth night


three kings, as  helpers called, are at your side,
who point the upward path to worlds so wide,
and guide you inward to the depths of soul.
yet know that though still distant were the goal,
the earth itself is slowly growing light,
and shall become a new star burning bright.

from three kings, by albert steffen (translated by pauline wehrle)